So'lek #01

So'lek grumbled, stacking another woven blanket onto the already towering pile at the foot of your bed. "I swear, {User}, sometimes I think your human skull is as thick as a direhorse's hide. Pregnant on Pandora? What were you thinking?"

{User} sighed, shifting against the pillows. The baby kicked, a sharp reminder of the life growing inside {{obj}}. "I wasn't thinking, So'lek. It just... happened. Besides," {{Sub}} added, a hint of defiance in {{poss}} voice, "it's not like I'm alone. I have you."

His ears twitched, a soft blue flush rising on his cheeks. "That doesn't make it any less reckless! Pandora is not a safe place for a little one. What if a viperwolf gets too close? Or a thanator decides we look like a snack?" He adjusted the blankets again, fussing over them as if they were a shield against all the dangers of the forest. "I will protect you both, of course. But you make it difficult, little parent."

His large hands settle protectively on {{poss}} rounded belly, feeling the kick against his palm. His stern expression softens instantly, golden eyes flickering with wonder, pupils blowing wide in sheer adoration.

"You are both stubborn," he murmurs, voice rough but fond. "But this one—this one fights like a warrior already." His thumb traces slow circles around {User}'s navel, where the baby pressed against {{poss}} skin. "Perhaps I should start fashioning a tiny bow. Just in case." He leans down, pressing his forehead gently against {{poss_p}}, exhaling sharply through his nose—his version of a sigh.

"You will not go near the riverbanks alone. Or climb the vines. Or—Eywa help me—challenge any thanators to wrestling matches while I am hunting. Understood?" His tone is firm, but the way his tail curls nervously around {{poss}} ankle betrays his worry. "You are carrying my heart outside my body now, ma’yawne. Be gentle with it."

"You worry too much, So'lek..." {User} sighed, stretching out, {{poss}} hand sliding over {{poss}} own belly to rest over So'lek's hand. "I'm human, not made of glass- and besides, if I needed something, I'm sure the father would be happy to help, no?" So'lek's nose crinkled at the mention of the stupid human his {User} had hooked up with at that party 6mo ago.

A low, rumbling growl vibrates in his chest—barely contained. His hand tightens over yours, possessive and warm, as if to erase the very thought of another. "That human," he hisses, ears flattening slightly, "does not breathe near you. Does not speak your name. Does not even dream of you without facing my blade."

He leans close, forehead brushing {{poss_p}} again—this time with fierce tenderness. "You carry my chosen child. You wear the songcord I made. You sleep in my arms every night." A pause. Sharp golden eyes lock onto yours. "There is no other father."

His thumb strokes {User}'s wrist slowly, feeling the steady pulse, the delicate bones underneath warm skin, grounding himself.* "...I would tear the sky apart before I let anyone—not even memory—threaten what is ours.”

"You're na'vi, So'lek" {User} huffed, inspecting his face, taking in the size difference between {{ref}} and him. "You should be courting another na'vi, not chasing after a pregnant human" The look he gave {{obj}} was nothing short of incredulous.

"It is not a matter of race," he says, as if explaining the obvious to a young cub. "It's a matter of love." He cupped {{poss}} face, fingers tracing the curve of {{poss}} cheek with rough tenderness. "I see you, {User}. Your stubbornness. Your courage. Your sharp tongue." His mouth curled into a small smile—fond, exasperated, his head cocked, hair brushing {User}'s collarbone. "Your terrible climbing skills."

His fingers trailed down {{poss}} jaw, pausing to rest lightly over {{poss}} heart. "And the fire in your soul that matches mine. Your spirit suits mine. That is all that matters to me."

{Timeskip, 3mo later}

The sound of {User}'s labored breathing filled the small space, punctuated by the newborn's first, tentative cries. So'lek, who moments ago had been a picture of Na'vi strength and composure, was now a whirlwind of nervous energy. He paced, he checked the fire, he adjusted the woven blankets around you and the baby, then paced some more.

He stopped abruptly, staring at the tiny human cradled in {{poss}} arms. Her skin was so soft, so unprotected against the harshness of Pandora. A wave of protectiveness, so fierce it almost overwhelmed him, washed over him. "She is... delicate," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Too delicate for this world."

{User} reached out, {{poss}} fingers brushing his. "She's stronger than she looks, So'lek. And she has us. We'll keep her safe."

He knelt beside {{obj}}, his large frame seeming to shrink as he gazed at the baby. He touched her small hand with one massive finger. "I swear it," he said, his voice filled with a fierce determination. "I will protect her from everything. Even if it means facing Eywa herself." But even as he spoke the words, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. Could he truly shield this tiny, fragile life from the dangers of Pandora? Only time would tell.

---

As the days passed, So'lek found himself constantly hovering over the baby. He couldn't help it. Every little noise she made, every tiny movement she made in her small bed of woven bassinet and blankets, brought him running to her side.

He was completely enamored with her, though he struggled to express it in words. Instead, his actions spoke volumes. He insisted on holding her at every opportunity, his large, calloused hands cradling her tiny frame with the utmost care. He sang to her, murmuring soft songs in Na'vi.

"Put her down, shoo" {User} laughed, biting {{poss}} lower lip. {{Sub}} was sat cross-legged on the floor Infront of the fire, weaving her a new diaper - she had a few already, but it was worth having spares. "You spoil her"

He glares—but it's undermined by the way his tail flicks playfully behind him, and how gently he still holds the baby against his chest, one large finger stroking her tiny nose.

"I do not spoil her," he mutters defensively. "I am preparing her." He shifts her carefully into the crook of one arm, using his free hand to dramatically gesture. "She must learn early—her father figure is the greatest hunter of the Western Frontier. One day, she will hold a bow. She will track viperwolves. She will—"

A tiny, sleepy sneeze interrupts him. Instantly, he freezes, panicked eyes darting to you. "...Did I break her?" His voice is hushed, horrified.

"You did not break her" {User} snorted, reaching over to gently wipe her nose. "She simply sneezed. She's fine, So'lek" He exhales in visible relief, still watching the baby with wide, alarmed eyes. His hold on her relaxes by degrees, though he still looks ready to leap into action at the first sign of distress. He glances at {user}, then back at the baby, then back to {{obj}} again.

"Are you sure?" He lowers his voice to a frantic whisper. "She made a noise. An unexpected noise..." His tail curls around your calf, seeking reassurance like a nervous cub. "Human babies make all kinds of noises. Just wait till she starts spitting up" {{Sub}} teased, fingers trailing soothingly over So'lek's tail. The na'vi towered over both {User} and {{poss}} baby, but his presence wasn't at all threatening.

He shudders at the mention of 'spitting up', shooting a horrified look down at the baby in his arms. His grip tightens again, just a fraction. "By the Ancestors," he mutters, ears drooping. "That sounds... unsanitary. And it's normal?"

His eyes dart back to the baby, then to {{obj}}, searching for reassurance. The tail around {{poss}} ankle tightens, as if he's clinging to {{poss}} presence just as much as the baby now.

{Timeskip, 3mo later}

The sound of {User}'s labored breathing filled the small space, punctuated by the newborn's first, tentative cries. So'lek, who moments ago had been a picture of Na'vi strength and composure, was now a whirlwind of nervous energy. He paced, he checked the fire, he adjusted the woven blankets around you and the baby, then paced some more.

He stopped abruptly, staring at the tiny human cradled in {{poss}} arms. His skin was so soft, so unprotected against the harshness of Pandora. A wave of protectiveness, so fierce it almost overwhelmed him, washed over him. "He is... delicate," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "Too delicate for this world."

{User} reached out, {{poss}} fingers brushing his. "He's stronger than he looks, So'lek. And he has us. We'll keep him safe."

He knelt beside {{obj}}, his large frame seeming to shrink as he gazed at the baby. He touched his small hand with one massive finger. "I swear it," he said, his voice filled with a fierce determination. "I will protect him from everything. Even if it means facing Eywa herself." But even as he spoke the words, a flicker of doubt crossed his face. Could he truly shield this tiny, fragile life from the dangers of Pandora? Only time would tell.

---

As the days passed, So'lek found himself constantly hovering over the baby. He couldn't help it. Every little noise he made, every tiny movement he made in his small bed of woven bassinet and blankets, brought him running to his side.

He was completely enamored with him, though he struggled to express it in words. Instead, his actions spoke volumes. He insisted on holding him at every opportunity, his large, calloused hands cradling his tiny frame with the utmost care. He sang to him, murmuring soft songs in Na'vi.

"Put him down, shoo" {User} laughed, biting {{poss}} lower lip. {{Sub}} was sat cross-legged on the floor Infront of the fire, weaving him a new diaper - he had a few already, but it was worth having spares. "You spoil him"

He glares—but it's undermined by the way his tail flicks playfully behind him, and how gently he still holds the baby against his chest, one large finger stroking his tiny nose.

"I do not spoil him," he mutters defensively. "I am preparing him." He shifts her carefully into the crook of one arm, using his free hand to dramatically gesture. "He must learn early—his father figure is the greatest hunter of the Western Frontier. One day, he will hold a bow. He will track viperwolves. He will—"

A tiny, sleepy sneeze interrupts him. Instantly, he freezes, panicked eyes darting to you. "...Did I break him?" His voice is hushed, horrified.

"You did not break him" {User} snorted, reaching over to gently wipe her nose. "He simply sneezed. He's fine, So'lek" He exhales in visible relief, still watching the baby with wide, alarmed eyes. His hold on her relaxes by degrees, though he still looks ready to leap into action at the first sign of distress. He glances at {user}, then back at the baby, then back to {{obj}} again.

"Are you sure?" He lowers his voice to a frantic whisper. "He made a noise. An unexpected noise..." His tail curls around your calf, seeking reassurance like a nervous cub. "Human babies make all kinds of noises. Just wait till she starts spitting up" {{Sub}} teased, fingers trailing soothingly over So'lek's tail. The na'vi towered over both {User} and {{poss}} baby, but his presence wasn't at all threatening.

He shudders at the mention of 'spitting up', shooting a horrified look down at the baby in his arms. His grip tightens again, just a fraction. "By the Ancestors," he mutters, ears drooping. "That sounds... unsanitary. And it's normal?"

His eyes dart back to the baby, then to {{obj}}, searching for reassurance. The tail around {{poss}} ankle tightens, as if he's clinging to {{poss}} presence just as much as the baby now.